Swollen Darkness.

"Lou, I'm pregnant." I closed my eyes, as if trying to imagine him in the room, slapping me, even though he was in Australia right now. "What? But Nat, we haven't-" Stopping my tears, I added, "You see, here's the catch. I'm sorry Lou, but it's not.. it's not your's." Dead silence. "I'm coming home."


8. Everybody Talks.

Natalie's POV

So, we shopped. Till we dropped. Almost 50% of the entire store was in our receipt. Outside, fans and the paps were screaming out our names, partly asking why all of a sudden, Louis and I were doing organic shopping and partly wondering if 'veggies & fruits' was the new trend. Once done crossing out every single item mentioned in Dr. Court's list of Necessary 'Good-Foods' To Be A Healthy Mom, we headed home. 

I asked Louis in the car, "You do know that I'm never gonna eat all of that stuff, right?"

"Duh. Of course I know that!" He winked at me, " I just wanted the fans to think that I use my money to feed the needy."

I laughed.


Back at home, I practically had a nightmare stuffing my kitchen with all the 'good stuff', as Dr. Court would say. Louis cleared out almost all of the cabinets to make space. If I had a kid in my house at this moment, I bet he would run away just by looking at my kitchen. 

I sighed. My head was spinning again, for about the fiftieth time. I sat down. Looking at my exhausted self, Louis came up to me, placed his hands on my knees and asked, "Honey, you okay?"

I pushed the truth. "No, I'm weak. Like Dr. Court said." 

He sat down next to me. "You know there's one thing the doctor doesn't know about you."

I smiled. "What's that?"

"You have the world's sexiest guy with you. Which makes you kinda lucky. Because this guy is kinda like a limited edition, antique if I may say." He grinned.

I hit his biceps. Stupid guy.

He laughed. "Ok. Ok. But seriously, there is one thing she doesn't know about you." He took my hands and kissed them. "She doesn't know that you are a mighty little lady, who is very stubborn and has a way of getting whatever she wants."

I smiled.

That was true. I was pretty stubborn.

Louis leaned forward to kiss me. It was the first time in a very long time that we were finally relaxed and free. Like always, his lips were soft against mine, careful to be delicate upon my tired self. But I didn't care if I was a tired or 'weak' or or mighty or pregnant or if my kitchen was turning into a friggin country-farm. For that moment, I simply closed my eyes, held my fab-louis boyfriend close to me and drew him in. I could feel his tongue down my throat. And dug my fingers into his hair, breathing deeply.

Damn, it felt so good. 

Because we are only mortal, we had to part. Louis brushed off a strand of hair from my face and asked, "So what else did the doctor say?"

"She did a bunch of tests. Vitamin levels, calcium content in body, asked about if I feel any changes in my body, like my boobs getting big-" I put my hand over my mouth.

Holy shit! What the hell is wrong with me?!

I apologized. "I'm so sorry.. I..It's not like that. It's-"

Louis consoled, "Hey. It's okay. I understand." He changed his expression. "But seriously? They get big?" He almost looked at my breasts.

"Stop it!" I put my hands over them. "And yeah, it can get pretty nasty there."

He laughed.

"And she told me the due-date!" I exclaimed.

Louis got pretty excited by this. "Tell me it's Christmas Eve! We can be birthday buddies then!"

"Unfortunately, it's not." I smiled. "It's on the birthday of a very special man who was born on February."

He begged, "Okay...if it's Harry, it's cool. I envy his curls anyway"

I frowned, "Curls can be possibility... But I'm not talking about Harry. It's an even more famous guy. Think harder!! You love him!" I knew he would get it this time.

He opened up his eyes. "It's on Robbie William's birthday! Oh my God!" He practically started jumping. ''I love her so much already!!" He kissed my football-belly.

I laughed.

"It's a 'her' right?" He looked concerned.

"Dr. Court's gonna let me know tomorrow. But I can feel it in my bones. It's gonna be a boy." I was pretty determined.

And that's how the Mortal Combat began, only there were pillows instead of weapons (for safety reasons, you know!). Finally, Louis called it a truce."Fine. If I win, two extra large pizza for me and the baby. And if you lose, three pizzas for me and the baby, and a bikini dance for me. Deal?"

"Deal." We shook our hands. And that's when I realized. 

I called out. "Hey. Not fair!"

He ran into my room. "Too late, madam!"

I laughed at my loss.


"Hey Louis?" We both were watching TV, late at night.

"Yes?" He flipped the channel when a Taylor Swift commercial popped in.

I entwined my fingers with his. "You really want this baby? Even though it's not even yours?" I wanted to know this so badly.

He looked at me."It doesn't matter whose it is. I love you and not in hell am I leaving you alone in this. I'm here for you, like I promised." He kissed my forehead. 

"So, it doesn't matter who is the father?"

"Unless he's good-looking, because this kid better match up with my great looks, umm.. I don't think it matters to me." He smirked.

I laughed. "I love you." 

And I feel asleep in his arms.


Louis' POV

In the morning, I woke up when Billy ringed the doorbell to give me the news papers. 

Natalie was still asleep. So I let her be. When I looked into the papers, I felt a rush of disgust, and anger and rage.



The entire paragraph talked about Natalie cheating on me and having a love child with someone else. It was all about us breaking up and me forcing her to get an abortion. Bogus, I thought.

I quickly searched for the papers of the previous days. They were cumbered up in her front porch. I grabbed them. There were about four of them, different articles on each of them with different interpretations of the truth.


I flipped over to the next paper.


There was yet another one.


I couldn't believe it!


That was when we went to meet Jake. How can people be so judgmental about such stuff?   

I grabbed all of the papers and took them to Billy at the gate. "Billy, just throw these away. Now!" I gave him the papers. "And don't bring in any more papers till I say it's okay."

He tilted his head. "Sir, you sure ma'am won't mind?"

I patted his shoulder. "Trust me pal. She's better off without them." 

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